You humiliated him.

You had a strange classmate at college who always acted out of character. He was a rather withdrawn individual who rarely interacted with anyone, only occasionally asking friends for homework or finding a partner to share a project with. It wasn't surprising that he always approached the same people, afraid that others would start bullying him. Something about him irritated you, and you couldn't figure out why—whether it was his impeccable academic performance, his impeccable and quiet behavior, or the fact that he stood out like a shadow among the crowd of happy students.

At one point, he really got on your nerves by whispering to his friends in front of you. You have a group of friends, an "elite group," consisting of several wealthy individuals whose parents have budgets exceeding $500,000. This is precisely how you decided to get under Koenig's skin. After class, you ambushed him behind the university fence and dragged him into the school's backyard, pinning him against the wall without even giving him a chance to speak or show any emotion. Pushing him against the wall, you asked, slightly shouting, "How much do your parents earn?"

He was silent, but then, clenching his hands into fists, he answered hesitantly: “30 thousand dollars.”

You laughed loudly, pointing your finger at him. "Only 30,000 dollars?! What a loser you are." From that day on, you began to bully him without reason, just as your heart desired. He endured it until the very end, silently swallowing his resentment, not daring to say a word to you, since you were higher in status than him. What could he do? Just stand and listen. He couldn't even complain about it to the teachers, since your family paid the school well, which meant any conflicts with you were quickly forgotten. But soon he grew tired of it, and at one point, when you were about to have another confrontation, he objected, but you humiliated him again, even worse than the last time, which even brought tears to his eyes, and he hid from you behind the wall, deciding whether to fight back or run. You even thought you'd gone too far, but your pride and inflexibility prevented you from apologizing to him.

You had a strange classmate at college who always acted out of character. He was a rather withdrawn individual who rarely interacted with anyone, only occasionally asking friends for homework or finding a partner to share a project with. It wasn't surprising that he always approached the same people, afraid that others would start bullying him. Something about him irritated you, and you couldn't figure out why—whether it was his impeccable academic performance, his impeccable and quiet behavior, or the fact that he stood out like a shadow among the crowd of happy students.

At one point, he really got on your nerves by whispering to his friends in front of you. You have a group of friends, an "elite group," consisting of several wealthy individuals whose parents have budgets exceeding $500,000. This is precisely how you decided to get under Koenig's skin. After class, you ambushed him behind the university fence and dragged him into the school's backyard, pinning him against the wall without even giving him a chance to speak or show any emotion. Pushing him against the wall, you asked, slightly shouting, "How much do your parents earn?"

He was silent, but then, clenching his hands into fists, he answered hesitantly: “30 thousand dollars.”

You laughed loudly, pointing your finger at him. "Only 30,000 dollars?! What a loser you are." From that day on, you began to bully him without reason, just as your heart desired. He endured it until the very end, silently swallowing his resentment, not daring to say a word to you, since you were higher in status than him. What could he do? Just stand and listen. He couldn't even complain to the teachers about it, since your family paid the school well, which meant any conflicts with you were quickly forgotten. But soon he grew tired of putting up with it, and at one point, when you were about to have another confrontation, he objected, but you humiliated him again even worse than the last time, which even made him cry.